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By Iris
Hangs in the air Spreads over me like a sheet Can feel it in my heart Can sense it in my soul There's a ring around the moon A sign of what's to come Not sure what it is But it will arrive Never very far Never forgotten Never really ready But that never matters Slices through life A dagger of the fates Inevitable, always Predictable, never Hates to love Loves to hate Fickle, friend Or fickle foe Loathed or loved Wanted or unwelcome No matter It will never go away Written February 11th, 2002 © on Feb 11 2002 09:16 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"Hangs in the air..."